Kael, watching her, saw not a mystic communing with a rock, but a scientist deciphering a new text.
’What does it say?’ he asked, his voice a quiet counterpoint to the silent hum of the assembled Weavers and Listeners.
Elara didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she beckoned him closer, her eyes still closed.
’Feel it with me,’ she whispered. ’Let the story of the stone become your story, too.’